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Dec 1 Fiction Series: Libido Liberated - Part 3

I was as nervous as a stripper in church. There I was, sitting in Starbucks waiting to meet my lover’s girlfriend. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked myself aloud. I didn’t want to be with Maurice’s ass, so this whole ‘come to Jesus’ meeting over dick was honestly unnecessary. I grabbed my purse and Caramel Frappuccino and as I stood to walk to my car, a hand lightly grazed my shoulder. “Madison?” a sweet voice said. Fuck. It was too late. I put on my best smile and turned around. “Hey love!” I said happily. I had no idea how beautiful she was. She was a pretty brown girl with a head full of wine-colored curls and big, pretty brown eyes. I was floored. “This isn’t one of those ‘you sleeping w my man rah rah rah” conversations, I really just wanted to meet you. My name is Courtney.”

She extended her hand for me to shake and I obliged. “So”, she started, “Has Maurice mentioned me, like, at all? I find it really peculiar that he didn’t.” I bet, I thought to myself, still wary of the purpose of this rendezvous. I didn’t respond. “Well I don’t know why he didn’t, but we have been together since 2010…” she continued with all the inner workings of their relationship. I had sort of tuned her out because it felt like she was droning on and on about her man like most women do, but something she said caught my attention. “Wait, what?” I interrupted. She repeated herself “We’re polyamorous.” I already knew about polygamy from my father. He married my mother and his other wife, Kenya, and had seven children between them, so I assumed polyamory was polygamy as a toddler. “Yeah”, she continued, “that’s why I am confused as to why he never said anything. He also never told me his name as Tyler. So. I sat, tapping my fingers on the table. Shit, now I was confused. “Girl, who knows? You know men are stupid.” She still had this look on her face that told me Maurice would be getting an earful later. I just stared into my cup. “Anyway, I think you are really pretty and I am perfectly okay with what y’all have going on. I just wish he would’ve kept me informed.” I was in such an awkward place. My intent was never to lie, but at that exact moment let’s just say I am happy she didn’t ask how long we had been screwing. She had such a calm and sweet demeanor. I had been ready to be on the receiving end of tossed drinks and curses, but she just wanted to meet the woman her man was fucking. I couldn’t judge her. I wanted to hug her. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

We finished our drinks and grabbed our purses. After exchanging numbers, we went our separate ways to our cars. I looked in my phone and had 5 missed calls. 3 of which were from Maurice. I guess his girl must’ve told him about our date. I figured I would let him sweat – had he been upfront about everything, no one would have needed to meet like this. I was only here for dick, how I got all caught up in this unorthodox relationship escapes me. He’s going to pay for it too. I went about my day with my phone on ‘Do not disturb’ and trucked through the day fueled by this morning’s caramel frapp. After work, I walked into my apartment and immediately removed my bra and took my hair down from the high bun it had been in since last night. Work exhausted me, so I donned my silk pajama pants& a cami and poured my self a glass of wine after rolling a blunt. Inhaling the smoke deeply, with my head resting on the back of the couch, I stared at the ceiling. Mariah’s voice stopped crooning to a man that she wanted to be his ‘baby doll’, which meant my phone had either died or was ringing. It was the latter. I checked and it was Courtney. I answered it and almost instantly she blurted, “Let’s go out tonight!” I was high and thoroughly confused. I guess we’re…friends, now? “Sure, let me just hop in the shower and get dressed.” Guess I was feeling like clubbing. I sprayed my hair with a conditioning mixture and brushed my teeth. After a quick shower, I did what every girl does when she’s getting ready; blasted music and made myself a drink.

My phone vibrated as I was finishing my eyeliner. It was Courtney. “Hey girl, I am leaving in like 10 minutes.” We were meeting at Bubble and apparently she had paid for a table. Tables at Bubble were like $500. I was a little thrown off by the gesture, but I figured a bunch of girls were going and we were going to split it. I’d have to remember to run to the ATM before taking an uber Uptown. The Philly girl inside of me told me to be on my toes and keep my eyes peeled. I laughed to myself, thinking about how I was being “Middy’, the nickname I had picked up growing up in North Philly. I was always so paranoid about girls being too friendly. In Philly that meant you were about to get jumped or robbed. I had half a mind to tell my friend Jasmine to meet me there just in case but something told me this wasn’t that type of party. Maybe the girl just wanted some company. I shook my head to rid it of the negativity, applied my lipstick, grabbed my keys and headed to my car to drive to the ATM. On my way back, I requested an uber. I knew I wouldn’t be driving home tonight. I walked into Bubble and sat at the bar, texting Courtney. No sooner than I hit send was there a shrill scream coming from behind me. It was Courtney greeting me like her long, lost sorority sister. I smiled and hugged her. We walked to the table and put our bags down and waved to get the bottle service girl’s attention. Courtney pulled out a wad of cash and tipped her handsomely, requesting bottles and juice for the table.

“Where’s everyone else?” I questioned. She smirked. “It’s just us tonight girl. I just needed to get out of the house and figured you would enjoy the same. I just need to be around some feminine energy.” I felt her. So I tuned my inner Philly jawn out and decided to go forward with a positive attitude. I was feeling extra lusty tonight anyway and was on the prowl. Thigh high black boots and a tight, short black dress hugged my frame. Lace thigh high socks and a choker with my curls freshly moisturized and a killer red lip; I felt like such a bad bitch. I scanned the crowd for fine men and stumbled across one sitting by the bar. I was still leery of Maurice for lying [omitting] unnecessarily so I decided to entertain finding another maintenance man, just in case. I ordered a hookah, and pulled a little nugget of weed out of my purse. We smoked and drank until we had a nice buzz going and hit the dance floor. As soon as my boot hit the wood floors a deep voice and strong hand pulled me in, asking to dance. He smelled like my favorite kind of cologne; the expensive kind. I pushed myself back into him and slowly worked my waist to the reggae music playing. Reggae was my absolute favorite to dance to. Whining is literally the only dancing I am good at. I must have been putting the moves on him, because as he matched my rhythm and swayed his hips with mine, I felt his hard on grow on my ass. He became embarrassed and moved back. I smiled at him and let him know it was okay. “At least you’re not one of these perverts that try to pull their dick out and slide it between their shirt and pants to get their rocks off” I typed into my phone and showed him. He chuckled, obviously relieved. He then typed, “number?” into his and I grabbed it and saved my contact under “Middy” – I was feeling especially ‘jawnish’ today.

We parted ways and he texted me that he would call me the next day. I walked back over and stumbled a little as I sat down at our booth – I was drunker than I thought. “Girl, he was fine as the fuck”, I heard as I plopped down. I poured myself another drink and grabbed a bottle of water. I gulped down about half of the bottle then hit the last bit of hookah. “I am fucked up right now,” Courtney shouted as we sipped our drinks. We burst into a fit of giggles. I felt so amazing at that moment. I leaned forward to get up and go to the bathroom and she kissed me. She kissed the shit out of me. And I kissed her back. Her mouth was so warm and welcoming. It was sweet and she was so soft. We had been kissing for a while before either of us took a break and realized what had happened. We both took a deep breath and stared at each other. Her breath smelled sweet. I wanted more. She requested an uber back to my place, and the whole ride there we made out. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. We barely made it to the door before she mad my nipple out of my bra and into her mouth. I breathed heavily. We made our way to my couch and as she kissed me from my stomach to my chest, chest to my stomach, and she inched closer and closer to my yoni. My body was ready for her to ravage me, but she teased me first. My breath stuttered, and I gasped and loved every minute of it. She removed my dress and panties in one swipe. My bra was already hanging on my bedpost. We kissed deeply as I stripped her. She pushed me down after she was completely naked and put her face into my pussy. Her mouth was glorious. She took her time moving her tongue back and forth over my clitoris and it drove me crazy. I then heard some rustling and she was in my top drawer and pulled out my favorite vibrator. I felt like I was floating as she massaged my g-spot with my vibrator and took my clit between her lips and suckled softly. My body ached with pleasure. I arched my back, silently begging for more. When it came time to orgasm it was intense. It poured from my body like a fountain and my legs shook with pleasure.

My couch was ruined. I didn’t give a fuck. It was time to reciprocate and I was intent on making this woman feel marvelous. I don’t take this task lightly. I wanted to swallow her whole. I made her lay back with her legs and mouth wide open for me. I sucked at her nipples and kissed her up to her mouth. She took my tongue into her mouth and returned my passion. I kissed her from her forehead to her ankles, lightly brushing my lips against her clit as I passed. She’d started begging me to put her swollen clit into my mouth and I obliged her. Her body became warm as I licked and sucked at her clitoris rhythmically. I had found her spot and it wouldn’t be long before she came. I slowed down and played with her nipples as she asked me over and over “what are you doing?” I inserted my fingers and massaged her g-spot with a come hither motion. I answered her in action; making her cum so hard she begged me to stop. I couldn’t. I get off on pleasing my lover, but women were a different beast altogether. There was something ethereal about this sex. It was so sensual and pure, yet raw and intense. She squirted all over my chest and couch and collapsed, pushing me off of her. I smiled to myself. She fell asleep instantly. I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Washing the makeup off of my face, I grabbed another washcloth and cleaned hers gently as she slept. After wiping her body down I placed her on my guest side of the bed and covered her. I hopped in bed quickly after turning the lights off and I heard a steady vibration coming from under the bed. I tried to ignore it but it kept repeating. I slid it from up under the bed to silence it. It was Courtney’s phone. It was Maurice looking for his girlfriend and she was in my bed.

What happens to a bio deferred? Just kidding. I’m Elle Bee, I like sex, food, warm kisses, and long walks to the ATM. I also like writing. I just recently fell back into my writing, because I had a seven year writer’s block (crazy, right?!), but I’m getting back into it and I hope you all like it. I’m just a Philly jawn, living in the Queen City who is obsessed with Beyoncè and Harry Potter.

What happens to a bio deferred? Just kidding. I’m Elle Bee, I like sex, food, warm kisses, and long walks to the ATM. I also like writing. I just recently fell back into my writing, because I had a seven year writer’s block (crazy, right?!), but I’m getting back into it and I hope you all like it. I’m just a Philly jawn, living in the Queen City who is obsessed with Beyoncè and Harry Potter.

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